Chapter 5

Years had passed since my quirk awakened, and I was now 12 years old, and I stared out the window of my middle school, extremely bored with the class, having already learned everything they could ever teach me, the teachers had long stopped bothering me after I had embarrassed them a few times, at first they would call for my attention, and do the cliche, "So you think your to good for my class? Answer this question." I would always answer right, they would do harder and harder questions, hoping to catch me off guard. 

They gave up after I derailed a physics lecture, pointing out numerous problems with the textbook, it was an embarrassment for the school when the parents learned that they were still teaching using outdated, and biased materials, especially since it was a prestigious private school meant for the children of influential people, turns out the physics teacher had conspired with the treasurer to embezzle funds meant for buying new textbooks, I had evidence against the principal to, but decided against getting him fired, having blackmail against the person with the highest position on campus was always a good Idea.

The only interesting class they taught here was combat, quirk control, manipulation, and survival skills. This was after all, a school for the children of the rich elite, it was important to learn how to survive a kidnapping situation, and much more. Although even those became trivially easy after the first day, my perfect mind instantly memorizing, categorizing, and improving everything I learned, school became more of a time for me to improve my quirk than learn anything academically, In the last few years, I have come to many realizations with my power. One of which being the fact that using any of my abilities depletes me of energy, not physical stamina, but mental energy, for example I am capable of generating wormholes between locations I have visited before, but the longer the distance I travel, the more energy I use, with my current limit for a single teleport being roughly 200km. 

This mental energy seemed to originate from my soul itself, and as a strange result of my powers, I found that even after depleting all of this energy, I could forceful keep myself awake, and using my powers, at the cost that the more I did such, the more damage I would inflict upon my soul, A good last resort, I discovered this when I was 8, I had been experimenting with my powers, seeing how much energy I could use, when I stumbled across this phenomena, in order to test its limits, I continuously kept my consciousness awake even after depleting my powers for a month, before my soul became so damaged that I collapsed entirely.

It took months to repair my soul entirely, but I managed, see the damage to my soul worked in a funny way, I could for lack of a better word, "Shave off" parts of my soul, to use in place of mental energy, as a result of this, the more of my soul I "lost" the more memories I would lose, and the less control I had over myself, although for some strange reason, after repairing my soul, a long and tedious process of converting mental energy into "soul" the memories would return with them.

I imagined it like towns and cities, I could "burn" the bridges and roads connecting them, and as such lose contact with them, but as I rebuilt the bridges and roads afterwards I would regain contact with them, not the perfect analogy, but it did the job.

Finally, after hours of sitting through unnecessary classes, I was allowed to leave, I had attempted to skip grades many times, but it seems that this worlds culture didn't really allow for such a thing, and children were legally required to attend every year of schooling even if they already knew everything, A dumb rule, especially with the existence of intelligence based quirks, but whatever, I could simply entertain myself within my own mind anyway, so it wasn't all that big of a deal.

As I stood up, a portal appeared below my backpack, dropping it onto my bed, I didn't really need to take it everywhere with me, but I also had no real reason not to, so I did so anyway, as I walked briskly out of the school, despite my young age, I was already 170cm tall, (5ft 7in) so my long legs carried me vast distances with every step, as I towered above the other students, it was almost comical, a tall, black shadowy outline amidst smaller children, ah yes I should mention, due to my families influence, and desire not to be harassed in their normal lives, whenever interacting with anyone using our identities as the family behind the Mycelium conglomerate we wore a special device designed as a joint project between My parents and Nier's, taking inspiration from Nier's fathers illusion quirk, It obscured our true looks from others.

(an, I went back and added this to the party chapter, I decided that I wanted to separate the Mc's life as the heir of the mycelium conglomerate from his time in ua, and decided this was the best way to do it, I changed a few things which I will talk about more at the end of this chapter.)

It was designed for the purpose of keeping us safe from our enemies and competitors while still allowing us to exist in the public eye, and as such, very few people knew my true identity, as I was attending this school under my Identity as the Heir.

I continued walking down the street, my parents trusted me enough to not force me to travel with security, and knew I could get home on my own with my powers, So I was generally granted a good deal of independence.

  I ducked into an alley way before teleporting to the other side of town, while removing my cloak, my after school routine generally consisted of walking around in my civilian persona, I feel weird calling them persona's as neither of them are acts, but I simply have no better way of describing it, so I will continue with such a description, I turn and walk out of the alley, pulling out my phone, I scroll through maps, looking at the different cafes and restaurants around, my memory may be perfect, but it was cathartic to look through a physical list of options, eventually I settled on a nice boba shop nearby, a small smile showing on my face as I imagined the drinks I would get, ignoring a group of blushin high school girls as I walk by.

(an, I meant to have a pretty important scene this chapter, but it didn't really fit with the feel of the chapter, so Ill do it next time, I changed a few things about the story, namely the main characters name, I decided to change it from Shiryoku to Fenrir, trust me, it will be important later, I added the cloaks I talked about previously, and a few other minor things I wont get into, sorry for the late chapter btw, I wont explain why as I already ranted about at the end of the last chapter, but god damn did the trip suck ass, we would leave camp at 9am every day, only to arrive at the next camp at 6pm the shortest day, and 10pm the longest day, all while carrying like 15-20kg of stuff, by the end of it my hair looked like a fucking rug, anyway Ill stop now, hope yall enjoyed this chapter.)